Poetry from Christopher Bernard

Spring Symphony   By Christopher Bernard     Spring:            Oh! Hear my call, oh world, my home!   The World:      We hear your call! The traveler’s home!   O Spring, rejoice us now!   The winter’s brutal winds have gone: The storm Has wrecked Its last Redoubt.   The birds are flying from […]

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Christopher Bernard’s last chapter of Amor I Kaos

Christopher Bernard’s Novel “AMOR i KAOS”: Final Installment   A pool of darkness. To himself and his neighbors. A weeping willow above it, dragging its whip-like branches across the surface in the afternoon breeze. The little stone springhouse at the edge of the woods where they kept the cream sodas, the Oranginas, the cokes. The […]

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Christopher Bernard’s Amor I Kaos: Eighth Novel Installment

Christopher Bernard’s novel “AMOR i KAOS”: Eighth Installment. (Search for earlier chapters by searching his name or the novel title on our site!)   But it doesn’t anymore. (Doesn’t what? she asked.) Happen as it used to. I remember you smiling at me. I remember me smiling at you. (I can’t say I remember either […]

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Christopher Bernard reviews Ava/Ada at Zellerbach Hall

ARDOR   A review by Christopher Bernard   Ava/Ada Manual Cinema Zellerbach Playhouse March 16–18, 2018       Chicago’s audacious theater company Manual Cinema has brought its hour of magic to Berkeley just past the ides of March this year, and if you have a theatrical bone in your body, you owe it to […]

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Christopher Bernard’s novel installment – Amor I Kaos

Christopher Bernard’s “AMOR i KAOS”: Seventh Installment   It could be a lifetime. Between the screed and the admonition, the command and the oath. Your followers lined up like soldiers on a ridge gazing down at the ignorant city. The horses neighing as they slip on rocks wet with dew. The dawn treacherously beautiful and […]

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Christopher Bernard’s Amor I Kaos: Sixth Installment

Christopher Bernard’s “AMOR i KAOS”: Sixth Installment   Love had nothing to do with it, as the song said. It was all about something in her eyes. They never let you in, and yet they didn’t shut you out completely either. Like the prayers that were her hands. No one knew who knew her, because […]

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